Watching the outside world carefully,
Arouse circles of ripples,
Bend it now and then,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
A breeze blows,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
spring,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
sometimes lift it up,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
into the stream,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
danced lightly,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
The flowers follow the breeze,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
There is a bridge over the creek,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
lush water plants,
water waves on the creek,